Indonesia's Mount Sinabung has been erupting for weeks now, displacing tens of thousands, destroying crops, and threatening native flora and fauna. The stunning photographs of the eruption are the inspiration for this poem.

I love the concrete imagery in this piece. You keep it paced and spaced nicely. But it is that last stich, about the ringing phone that blew me away and made this poem a treasure to have read. Strong, strong, composition. I love reading this kind of talented poetry.